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When Maemi was done dressing, she casually paced back to the van for the driver's seat. Slamming the door shut probably wasn't the best act of being cautious or wary of gaining attention but too bad. She majorly needed to take her anger out on something, otherwise… well, let's not talk about that.
The woman firmly gripped the steering wheel with her left while searching for the keys she stole earlier, stuffed somewhere in her pockets. "Mmm! MMM!" it was first scrawny male behind her causing the racket. Frantically, he struggled against the unyielding ropes like a fly buzzing in a cocoon of a spider's web. Maemi- Or more specifically, Kyoko whipped around to connect her stormy-grey colored contact lenses with his.
"Shut up!" she ferociously hissed. Kyoko was a harsh woman age of twenty-three, but that was back when the woman last used her, so she'd be twenty-four now; if fake identities could age the way the ex-assassin went through them that is. The woman guessed not, Kyoko felt the same from when she was last pulled out. The male continued to yell in a muffle despite Kyoko's outburst. All of the men were gagged with ropes, thankfully. Otherwise, the screaming would be ten times louder. Sure, the problem of being caught with four men tied up didn't sound very appealing but Kyoko strongly felt she could stand that situation over the noise itself. Then again… She remembered how uncomfortable it was to have something stopping you from talking… screaming. The 'raven' haired female blinked out of the thought and started up the engine since she found the keys. "Do you want to die? Seriously, shut the fuck up," she told the scrawny guy. The woman rolled her eyes and put her indicator on, though no one was there. She hadn't driven a car in so long, the severe woman absently wondered if she could even do it. She pressed her foot on the accelerator causing the vehicle to jolt forward and rev loudly. Her foot was too heavy. She sighed in annoyance, wishing the wondrous effect of the green curry magically to come back… but it didn't.
It was a while until Kyoko got used to the accelerator and steering wheel. She drove on anyway; fear of crashing out of her mind but the same couldn't be said for the men, lidded wails screeching from the back. Heading not in the direction where the men were supposed to take her but instead straight to Izaya Orihara's workplace/home. When she crookedly parked into the lot, the men were all awake. The biggest and strongest of the four looking dazed had blood dripping from where Maemi hit him.
Kyoko turned off the engine and took the keys as well as the weapons she looted from the group. Her own knife, two handguns and a pocket knife not as sharp as her own, was concealed under her black jacket. It probably wasn't necessary but too late now. Locking the gang inside, Kyoko tried to ignore their yells and muffled words that sounded like "dumb bitch" or "ugly slut". 'Dumb bitch?' Who's the one that was smart enough to take out four men in a matter for five minutes. 'Ugly slut?' Who's the one that wanted to catch the woman naked in bed!
The livid woman took to the stairs making her way up to Izaya's floor even though it would take a bloody fucking lifetime. But who knew what that psycho could do to the elevator. He'd probably trap her inside and demand her to leave. There was no fucking way she was simply leaving after that shit. Kyoko had questions and that bastard was going to answer them. Best to be safe and stick with the never-ending steps. Kyoko was convinced he'd be home. He was probably even watching her right now. Eventually, the woman stood at his door. She glared at it. Luckily the mock-raven was wearing gloves if she wasn't; her fingernails would have dug deep into her palms a long time ago. Not that Kyoko would have cared if they did. Right when she was about to pick open the lock on the door, the motherfucker himself opened it for her.
"Hello~, Jane-chan!" he greeted what he'd call pleasantly. The male smiled, lifting the apples of his cheeks forcing lines to appear at his eyes; little did he know or cared his brow remained in an oddly straight position. "Wow! That's Kyo-chan, right?" Izaya mocked amiable surprise staring into her eyes. It was strange to not see them in their usual shade of glowing amber.
Kyoko did not feel like talking, especially if he was going to be like this. She settled for a, "Yeah." She answered lifelessly, dismissing the ludicrous nickname in the process.
Holding the door open and standing to the side, the real raven-head motioned for the woman to come inside. She quickly passed him, her familiar rich-scent wafting the male's way. He shut the door without much thought, "So you didn't kill them then," the male noted grinning thinly like always.
It wasn't a question. How the fuck did he know? "Yeah," she repeated eyebrows furrowed.
"And yet you don't have a scratch on you," he mused inspecting her as if she was some kind of art piece at a museum. He all knowingly smirked at her while circling Kyoko quick on his feet. Hopping around and eagerly awaiting a reaction other than 'yeah' or the silent fury in her eyes. The look didn't sit well with the unknown female.
"That's not true." She took off one of her gloves and showed him the claw marks on it; literally having scratches. The pealed skin previously dripped the tiniest bit of blood; evidence being the dried, deep cherry beads. That was all fine and good but the bruises blooming at her sides near her rib cage were what she was disgruntled about. But, being unwilling to expose that much of her skin, the woman settled for back of her hand instead.
Izaya laughed hysterically while almost skipping his way to the couch, "Who did that?" he managed to say sitting in front of a chess broad with mixed pieces of shoji, chess, and Othello.
"I think his name was Nakura," the woman drawled lowly her lips sunken down.
'Ohhh~ So that's what he was doing!' the male thought in realization. 'How dare he~' Izaya cooed to himself silently smirking. Nakura knowingly hit a woman repeatedly and crawled at her hands? That guy really hadn't changed much since junior high, did he?
"By the way, why the hell does that shameless asshole have your face?" she inquired monotonously.
Izaya thought the woman didn't notice, being in the dark but looks in he was wrong. But there was no hesitation when she attacked his look-like. Did Jane-chan think it was him at some point or not? "That's another story not got to do with this one," he said shortly brushing her and his own thoughts off, "Yes, Nakura does seem the type. He's always been quite…" Izaya trailed off.
"Pathetic?" the woman finished. The male thought for a bit before meekly agreeing. He was pathetic for sure, but that's what made it so fun to toy with him! But enough about the human! It was Jane-chan's, or Kyo-chan's turn to be… riled up. They were silent for another moment, Izaya still inspecting her. Kyoko was glaring at him intently, 'grey' eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms and popped her hip to the right; looking rather sassy. All she needed was some chewing gum and to flick her hair- wig. "Did you really send them to see if I'd kill them?"
The dark-haired bastard leaned back comfortably resting both arms on either side of the lounge's headboard. "Well…" he drawled, "I guess it can be shortened with a simple yes." It could be… notice that 'could.' Because come on, what was the fun in that? There was no way he was leaving at that.
"What's the unshortened answer?" she pushed.
Izaya giggled at the way the woman's eyes flashed dangerously; frustration coating her features more and more. "I purposefully chose two humans who were hesitant, one who was overexcited about it and… another just to mess with." He brushed the last one off. "Anyway, I wanted to see if you were provoked by one if you'd kill them all. Or just the one. Or none at all. Maybe, you'd let yourself be captured since you'd know it would be me behind it. Only to find that someone other than me was waiting at Yoyogi Park. Someone concerning with a… black motorbike. I really thought you'd go there either having their bodies in the back or your's. But what did you do instead? You attacked, not to kill but to temporarily incapacitate and brought them… I considered it a possibility but I thought you'd feel as if it was too much of a risk. Looks like I underestimated your capabilities. You did rather well, I must say. It was quite entertaining." The male rambled in excitement swishing his hands through the air.
You say that as if you were there," Kyoko pointed out.
He chuckled, "Oh, no. But I was watching through cameras. The gang members were also bugged." The raven lifted his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Do you have cameras in my house?" her voice was still so very dull. Was she in robot mode? The raven head gazed back at her again. No. Just in Kyoko mode. Utterly pissed. Izaya couldn't help but giggle again. The outburst was coming any time now!
"Well, now I do. The camera that was on the big guy fell off. It's on the floor at the moment." Izaya told her glancing at his working desk with his computer and various laptops all set up for the performance. "Oh, and by the way, what did you hit him with? The infrared camera made it hard to distinguish the item."
Gritting her teeth she spoke through them, "It was a meat tenderizer mallet."
He giggled maliciously, "Hana-chan style, huh? That's pretty full on and you struck him twice. You didn't like him that much, did you?" Izaya just needed to push her a little bit more. She was about to explode, her shaking fists evidence.
"I don't like any of them. But yes, he is definitely the most detested. Did you tell him to attempt to defile Mae- me?" she inquired, remembering the man's devious tones as he aimed to find her in bed. The woman was impatiently waiting for this. It was the dominant reason why she came and why she was on the point of smacking the informant across the face.
Izaya paused for the tiniest bit, "Yes, I did. Do you hate me? Are you here to kill me? Finish the job?" he hissed lowly that eye reachless grin playing on his lips.
Kyoko's fists loosened her shaking ceased. The woman took off the wig and a small smile creeping up as she sighed inwardly, "If you did tell him to, you would never admit to it, idiot. You would have said 'I have no idea what you're talking about.'" She mimicked his silky tone and fox-like grin only for it to fade away quickly. "And no. I'm angry but I'm not going to kill you." The unknown woman paused for a response but she didn't get one. "I'm keeping these guns though," Maemi added, trying to open a window for the bastard for some bloody reason. Half-opening her jacket, she showed him the weapons.
"Go right ahead. They're not mine." Izaya shrugged attempting to be just as nonchalant as before. She fucking saw through him again.
The woman zipped herself back up whispering, "Izaya." He hummed in response, "Are you angry at me?" Maemi asked.
The male cocked his head to the side, "Why would I be, Jane-chan?" She dismissed the conversation with a shake of her head, after a moment's hesitation. The brunette thought of how she last saw him and how he quickly dashed for the exit. Did she do something back then to set him off? If so, what was it? She couldn't think of anything. But the woman knew it was something! The raven head pretending to be clueless only gave confirmation that her assumption was right.
"… Another thing," Izaya piped up reading her thoughts, "You really shouldn't drive. You're terrible at it, Jane-chan!" he exclaimed.
Crooking an eyebrow she decided not to comment. It was true after all. Time for a subject twist, "Did you think there was a possibility I'd die?" she asked.
"He lightly laughed, "If you mean in the van with you behind the wheel, then yes." The look he received obviously told him to drop her driving skills… or her lack of. "Other than that. Certainly not; those guys are weak." And Izaya told them not to kill her… but he wasn't going to say that. "I knew you'd be able to take them on. If they were too strong it wouldn't have been any fun. Though, I didn't think you'd get them with practically one attack per person." He chuckled. "Maybe I should have chosen humans that would be more challenging. How about next time?" Izaya chirped as she slumped on the opposite couch facing him laughing bitterly before refusing simply. Izaya was surprised to see that she wasn't screaming at him as most humans did. Jane-chan was so close to it but… not now. She really was interesting… and infuriating. "You say you're still angry but I don't see it anymore. Why's that?"
Maemi looked up at him and raised an eyebrow that asked 'seriously?' "Because what else can be expected from you? I knew you'd do something to mess with me sooner or later." It was her turn to shrug.
Izaya gave a weak chuckle, "I see." Why the hell could she do that so easily? So effortlessly. Did this human know him that well just from stalking him for a month? Fucking hell… that really needed to change. Izaya kept smiling silently for a moment, "Excuse me, Jane-chan but I have to deal with the men you brought here," he spoke with a thin grin as he stood up, seeming to not really want to go.
"'Deal with'?" she parroted in question.
"Oh come on, I'm not going to kill them. That would be bad for business." Izaya wagged his index finger at her as if scolding her.
He did realize that she already spared their lives tonight, right? Maemi could have attacked with her knife. Then she really would have ended it with one strike each. But she decided to not break the promise to herself. "That's not what I was thinking, Izaya. You're still going to pay them even though they failed?"
"They didn't fail at all! They and you performed a grand show!" The male exclaimed opening his arms up in enthusiasm. Maemi sighed, shaking her head in disapproval as she threw him the keys to the van. The woman waved her hand dismissively sending Izaya to skipped away and out the door. That damn idiot.